Rewari Kingdom, Khera Village, 18th March 1557
The evening sun, casting long shadows through the wide open windows of the farmer welfare office, bathed the room in a golden glow.
Aditya glanced over the scrolls piled on the table, his brow furrowing in frustration as he went through one of them. 'We got sixteen thousand orders in just three days? Should I laugh or cry?...The warehouse... will take a week. Maybe 30,000 pieces ? No, better hope its 25,000 limit, .... How did word spread so fast? Damn merchants, they smell like a fly.... I need to find someone to handle this after I am gone.'
He sighed, thinking about the production rate. 'Hiring 25 more isn't cutting it... production's too slow..I got the men but without proper tools and expertise, 600 soaps a day is all we can manage.'